I Work as a Miner on the Internet, Cultivating Immortals, Slaying Emperors, and Slaying the Void.

Who defines the boundary between virtual and real? In the reincarnation of history and copies, who is the chess player? I woke up from the abyss of data and opened my eyes to see this world: Neural interface, consciousness pasture, entropic energy mining pickaxe, Source Tower era; The fragments of the secret of heaven, the inner fire of the Mo family, the whispers of the ruins, the bite of the void... Civilization still flourishes in the virtual world, and despair has never been truly felt. This is a "miner" legend.